It’s like another South Park episode waiting to happen.
I’m not a big fan of strikes. It happens constantly in this city. This time it’s city workers. Yup folks, that means garbage pick up too. It’s only day two and there are already piles of garbage forming.
One of the issues is that the strikers are also picketing the drop off sights… so… where the hell are people supposed to put their waste? By-law workers are actually cutting open garbage bags to get names and addresses of people that have illegally dumped their trash. Many of the public garbage cans have been taped over… with the hopes that people will carry their garbage with them. Where to, you ask? Uhm, I’m not sure about this one, but maybe there is a magic garbage fairy that I’ve yet to meet.
Why the strike? Something about 18 sick days… and that’s when I stop listening and get angry. First off, be happy you even have a job in this shit recession. Secondly, the past 5 jobs I’ve had didn’t even offer sick days. You’re sick, sucks for you – no pay. So the fact that people out there still get sick days makes me jealous. And last but not least, you work for the city and probably get paid a killing… again… jealous.
So to top all of this off, the LCBO feels like they also need to go on strike. I guess they’re competitive. For those of you that aren’t Canadian… LCBO – Liquor Store. We are not so lucky to have alcohol sold at gas stations, supermarkets or convenience stores. Although we do have beers stores and private wine stores… but not close to me.
This strike is supposed to happen Wednesday. I figure there’s going to be a lot of pissed off alcoholics roaming around the city.
Their strike reason – hiring more casual /partime workers than fulltime workers. Uhm hello, welcome to the rest of the world. Every other private business has been doing that for eons. It’s about time you caught on. Jesus.
Morons breeding morons… that must be it… or… rocket science? Brain surgery?
I don’t know. What I do know, is that I’ve been back in this city for a month and a half and I’m already back to my cynical, sarcastic, annoyed self. I could ramble on and on about why… but I feel this post is satisfactory for now.
Got to save some of the juicy stuff, you know?
Well, time for me to take a nice stroll on a hot day, past mounds of stinky garbage so I can stock up on my booze.
Fun times.
silent orchestra 